Chapter 23 Rae
RAE
The sound of crowing woke me.
Fluttering my eyes open, the room was all murky with strokes of early dawn, making me snuggle further into the cocoon of blankets surrounding me. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I heard fabric shuffling, and then the sound of a zipper. I sat up, letting the blankets fall to my waist.
“What are you doing?”
Davis stopped zipping his jeans, tipped his face up, and smiled at me.
“You sound sexy as hell in the morning.”
I returned his smile, leaning back on my palms while I tried to assess where he was headed.
“The sun hasn’t come out yet, where are you going?”
He moved around the bed, dipping down to grab his shirt from the floor, “Just have to feed the animals. Go back to sleep. I’ll make us breakfast in a little bit.”
His lips pressed into my hair on top of my head and then his gaze lingered on my breasts, a fire blazing in them.
“If you’re feeding them, I want to help.” I swung the blankets off, wincing just the smallest bit as my feet touched the freezing floor.
“Sorry, I should have started a fire in here.”
I waved him off, prancing on my toes to the bathroom. “Do you have any socks? I didn’t bring any.”
“You don’t have to help, Rae, just go back to bed.”
Now that I could see the details of the bathroom, my jaw nearly became unhinged. Unlike his bedroom, which was a bit outdated, his bathroom looked like someone took one of my Pinterest boards and recreated it.
Porcelain hexagon tile ran under my toes, with a wall to wall glass shower off to the left.
Inside was smooth white stone, a stone bench resting on each side of the shower, along with two shower heads.
To my right there was a double farmhouse style sink, with dark bronze faucets and a mirror that took up the whole wall.
“I want to,” I yelled back, while finishing up. Once done using the restroom, I washed up, splashed water on my face, and dug out my toothbrush. Right as I finished, and I was still standing in just my underwear, he pushed the door open, holding out a rolled-up pair of socks.
Watching him in the mirror, I smirked as his gaze seemed to travel the length of me but stopped at my ass. His heated eyes glued me in place, until finally his gaze traveled up and met mine in the mirror.
With a sly smile, he stepped forward, pulling me into his firm chest. A chest that I snuggled the hell out of the night prior.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, did you know that?”
My face warmed and I felt my walled-up heart crack a little.
His hand skimmed my back, lowering down over my ass, where he gripped the cheek and groaned.
His touch continued, moving lower, until he found my wet center, then he demanded with a gruffness that sent shivers down my spine, “Spread your legs.”
I complied immediately.
“I like that you have firsts, Rae. I like it a lot.” His rasp grated against my skin as I slammed my eyes shut.
“Have you ever been licked”—his pointer finger circled the tight hole that had never even been touched, much less licked—“here?”
I couldn’t answer. Around him, I felt like a virgin, and it was embarrassing.
“Answer me.”
I shook my head.
Warm fingers traced my lower back and played with my hair while he hummed.
“Your body is fucking delectable, and I want to touch, taste, and fuck every inch of it. Are you okay with that?”
Nerves rattled my rib cage, but pleasure wound around my core so tight that I squeezed my thighs together.
Letting out a small exhale, I made sure I had his eyes in the mirror. “Yes.”
That same pointer finger pressed further into my hole, making my back arch. “Are you sure, because you can say the word and I’ll stop.”
“I like how you touch me, how you taste me, and…” Watching his heated expression, I added, “I can’t wait to see how you fuck me.”
That was all it took. He pushed me forward until my chest brushed the counter.
I adjusted my stance, my fingers gripping the basin for support.
“The first thing we need to discover is whether or not you like being licked there.” He lowered to his knees behind me.
Warm fingers gently pushed aside the fabric of my underwear as his hot tongue swept along my most intimate space.
The feeling of his mouth on that part of my body was overwhelming in a way that I had never experienced before.
The sensations swept through me, dragging me under a wave of pure pleasure as his tongue worked me.
I must have let free a moan as I rocked into his mouth, shameless with lust as he worked me.
He groaned then stood, leaving the biting cold to attach to my soaked slit.
I gasped, tracking his movement in the mirror.
“I think you like it,” he smirked, catching my gaze. “We’re definitely doing more of that later.”
Standing behind me, that muscled chest pressed into my back, he gently lifted my knee up on the counter and held it there, pressing his face into my neck. The awkward angle of my leg being bent didn’t even phase me as his fingers wound around my hips and pushed into my center.
“I want to watch your face as you come on my fingers,” he whispered, tipping his eyes up enough to meet mine in the mirror.
Keeping my gaze on him, I watched the filthy image mirrored back to me: his hand under the fabric of my sheer panties, a soaked spot noticeable. I didn’t even feel ashamed. I felt alive, brazen, and sexy.
Rocking into his hand, with the added hardness from the counter, made the pressure feel incredible.
“That’s it, Rae.”
His fingers increased in speed as his thumb circled my clit.
Before I could even fathom it, I cried out, letting my head fall into the curve of his neck while my leg remained up on the counter and his hand was still shoved under my panties.
“Look at how beautiful you are when you’re coming for me,” he rasped, increasing the speed of his fingers, milking my orgasm for all it was worth. The sound of my wetness echoed through the bathroom, and I kept my leg lifted unabashedly as he rubbed me.
Davis pressed a kiss to my shoulder and muttered, almost to himself, “That’s all for me.”
My chest heaved as I watched him stand there, pressing gentle kisses into my skin while he helped me lower my leg to the floor.
His hands went to my hips to stabilize me, but he still didn’t move.
I looked up into the mirror in time to see him smiling down at me, and it lit a blazing fire in my chest, a warning I should have heeded.
“I’ll get you a shirt, and some sweats.”
Instead, I followed him into the room and pulled on pieces of his clothing, as if each piece was a part of him that I could keep. And maybe I could… Just as soon as I told him the truth about our past.
I wore a pair of black rubber boots that were too big for me, but it was perfectly themed with the flannel that swallowed me up, along with the sweats that were so long they had to be stuffed into the boots.
I grabbed a bucket of feed and followed after Davis as he walked into the chicken coop.
The birds all seemed to hum and cluck lowly as he filled their food bucket.
Wings fluttered as they all crowded the large round dish, and then we moved to fill up their water and replenish a secondary feeding spot for some of the other birds who hadn’t joined the others around the first feeding area.
“What’s in here?” I asked, as Davis set down his bucket and opened the door to a shed. He smiled at me and held it open, motioning me inside.
“This is where they lay the eggs; we just need to grab what’s here real quick while they’re distracted with their breakfast.”
The floor was covered in straw, the smell of feed and straw heavy in the air, but the space was warm. “This is cozy.”
He picked up a bowl and held it to his chest as he smiled at me. “You get to grab the eggs.”
Excited, I got to my knees and started looking inside each small cubby for eggs.
Some still had hens inside, but they didn’t seem bothered by my checking for eggs.
Grabbing three, I handed them up to Davis, and then moved to the next, and so on, until I’d grabbed them all.
I was about to stand up when I looked up at Davis from my spot on the floor.
He watched me with a starved expression that I’d seen earlier when I was standing in his bathroom, and again last night as I crawled into his bed. I’d never been so insatiable for a man before, but I wanted Davis in ways that I’d never had anyone else.
So, feeling brave, I angled my body toward him and carefully placed my hands on his thighs, slowly moving up until I was at his zipper.
“What are you doing?” He swallowed thickly, setting the bowl of eggs down.
Standing tall on my knees, I unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly slid down the zipper.
“Wasn’t it painful for you not to fuck me this morning?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the dark material under his jeans, ignoring how much my face flushed at the dirty language. It would take some getting used to it, but something about Davis made me feel brazen.
He let out a shuddering breath. “Yes.”
“Didn’t you want to?” I gave him a sultry look, tipping my head back just the slightest bit, then used my fingers to pull the band of his boxers down, freeing his length.
God, he was massive.
Thick veins ran along the length of his heavy, sleek cock. The mushroom shaped head was already slightly weeping, and all I wanted to do was taste him.
“Of course I did,” he finally responded, his eyes blazing at the sight in front of him.
I gripped the base of his shaft and ran my hand up and down the full length of him, loving how hard he became under my touch.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time I had you, how you filled my mouth, how you taught me to swallow so perfectly. Don’t you want to teach me how to take your cock again, like a good girl?”
Keeping my eyes on his, I wrapped my lips around him and moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Rae.” His hips jerked. “You want to learn how to take my cock again, learn how to fuck me with your mouth?”